Stress

by Bamachick - Taurus

Stress.
Its a mess.
Not the best feeling.
Waiting for the healing.
I might not be willing, but I might try.
Looking to the sky fo a answer.
Trying to make it lesser.
Buying the time.
Waiting fo a sign.
Why?
All this bottled inside.
It all sucks.
So many cuts.
Breakdowns.
Gatta make time fo me.
You will see.
The hate.
It's too late.
Im headed there.
It might not be fair.
I don't care.
Inside of me.
Stress.
Not the best.
Such a mess.
Stress

Reason for writing:

    Stressed out..what more reason?    

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2005-02-02 18:09:28
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:46
Poem ID: 70548

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